Crime Scene
In this essay, I explore the feeling of walking into a crime scene—one which has a deep, personal connection, as this is in the parish hall of our church, where my husband serves as Vicar.
In this essay, I explore the feeling of walking into a crime scene—one which has a deep, personal connection, as this is in the parish hall of our church, where my husband serves as Vicar.
Entering a fabric store is like going into a small town art gallery: most of the offerings will not please your eye, but occasionally you will see a painting you could hang in your home, exhibiting enough gentle nuance, the use of color and skillful brush strokes that you think it is beautiful…